. " So there was always plenty of mail. "
"Perhaps that was it. The love-songs of all the ages were
singing in her blood, the scent of night stock from the garden filled the air, and
the moths that beat upon the closed frames of the window next the lamp set her
mind dreaming of kisses in the dusk. ‘Do not move, messieurs, or I shall be compelled to blow off your head. White and
Miss Ellicot laid each a hand upon his arm, one on either side. Nor is Theresa, or even Thérèse. ’
Grudgingly, the sergeant shifted aside and allowed her access to the stairs,
grumbling to her retreating back, ‘If I’d me way, missie, I’d send you back to
France where you ought never to have come away from, if you arst me. You're luck.
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